Once the matter was finished, things ground to a halt, and no one spoke again.
Kun Peng Dao Ancestor and Emperor Bone Brother stared at each other. Xiao Man stayed obediently within the Great Luo Sword Embryo's protective field beside them, while Chen Yao's mind wandered as he imagined what he would have to do to make the Feather Ascension Art blow him apart.
The Sea Waterfall shimmered, refracting unpredictable patterns of light and shadow, as though the fates of all living beings had settled within it. Fate encompassed time, karma, change, and other domains, and this Sea Waterfall could almost be considered another kind of River of Time.
It was merely an utterly stripped-down version, lacking many of the abilities and characteristics of the true River of Time.
But this was a river of fate, after all, and it could play a considerable role in divination, concealment, karma, and other domains. Not to mention that the Sea Waterfall itself possessed the power to obliterate Immortal King-level Dao arts. Although supreme experts could break through it, that was only because the Sea Waterfall deliberately restrained itself rather than unleashing its true power.
When Kun Peng Dao Ancestor had been at her peak, this River of Fate had ranked among the most troublesome abilities of the Ten Fiends' Dao Ancestors.
The Ten Fiends' Dao Ancestors had all asked, "You're a Kun Peng, so how did cultivating the great Dao of Yin-Yang give you the power of fate? How does that work?"
Unfortunately, Kun Peng Dao Ancestor had been attacked by a certain Immortal Emperor Taicang's dark incarnation. Her primordial spirit and Dao body had both been shattered, and her primordial spirit in particular had been completely destroyed shortly afterward, leaving only some fragments of her true spirit and a damaged, stitched-together